So today was my Monday off. The other day the boyfriend told me I don't write about him anymore. I used to. I just don't have time to talk about my daily life. Nothing notable seems to happen. Everyday is the same: work, sleep, work, sleep. I guess different events happen at work. Unfortunately--or fortunately--I'm one of those people who can just detach themselves from work when it's time to go home. Though, ironically, I brought work home with me. I guess what I meant to say is that work is work and home is home; I can separate them very well. I don't talk about work outside and I don't talk about my life at work.

In attempt to distract myself from said work that I brought home, I decided to start this blog up again. To talk about what? My life? My work? Who knows...

To start, I guess I'll talk about my life as it is now. I'm 23--turning 24 next month. I've been with my boyfriend for 6 years. I still live with my parents. Though "live" is a funny word. I live at work and in my car considering I spend 12 hours of my day at work or driving. I sleep at my parents and more often at the boyfriend's. I'm mean and bitter for the most part... I think. Though people say I'm nice. I guess they don't know me that well... or is it the other way around?

I think that's good enough for an introduction. Now off to my work.